The Blueberry Pancake Problem


The Blueberry Pancake Problem Vashti woke up on Sunday morning and wished
for blueberry pancakes. She ran into the kitchen to see her dad mixing
up pancake batter. “Good morning Vashti!” said Vashti’s
dad. “You are just in time to help me make pancakes.” “Are we having pancakes with strawberries
and whipped cream?” asked Vashti. “Nope.” said Vashti’s dad. “Are we having pancakes with bananas and
peanut butter?” asked Vashti. “Not this time.” said Vashti’s dad. “Are we having pancakes with blueberries?”
asked Vashti. “Yepper Doodle!” smiled Vashti’s dad. “And you get to put as many blueberries
on your pancake as you want. But remember, you are what you eat, so don’t
eat too many blueberries, or you might turn into a blueberry.” Vashti took a handful of plump, juicy blueberries
and put them on her pancake. She counted them one by one. “One, two, three, four, five.” “Five blueberries doesn’t look like enough
blueberries,” thought Vasti. So she put another handful of blueberries
on her pancake. She continued counting. “Let’s see I had five blueberries. Now I have six, seven, eight, nine, ten.” “Ten blueberries still doesn’t look like
enough blueberries,” thought Vashti. So she put another handful of blueberries
on her pancake. “Let’s see I had 10 blueberries. Now I have eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen,
fifteen.” “Fifteen blueberries looks just right,”
thought Vasti. She grabbed her fork and ate her pancake with
15 blueberries, in 15 seconds flat. “Holy Smoly!” said Vashti’s dad. “You must be really hungry. Would you like a second pancake?” “Yepper doodle!” smiled Vashti. “Here’s your second pancake. You get to put as many blueberries on your
pancake as you want. But remember, you are what you eat, so don’t
eat too many blueberries, or you might turn into a blueberry.” Vashti took four handfuls of plump juicy blueberries
and put them on her pancake. There were so many blueberries that she decided
to group them by fives and then count them. “Five, ten, fifteen, twenty.” “Twenty blueberries doesn’t look like
enough blueberries,” thought Vasti. So she put four more handfuls of blueberries
on her pancake. She continued grouping and counting by fives. “Let’s see I had 20 blueberries. Now I have twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five,
forty.” “Forty blueberries still doesn’t look
like enough blueberries,” thought Vashti. So she put four more handfuls of blueberries
on her pancake. She continued grouping and counting by fives. “Let’s see I had 40 blueberries. Now I have forty-five, fifty, fifty-five,
sixty.” “Sixty blueberries looks just right,”
thought Vasti. She grabbed her fork and ate her second pancake
with sixty blueberries, in sixty seconds flat. “Holy schmoly Olie ” said Vashti’s dad. “You must be really, really hungry. Would you like a third blueberry pancake?” “Yepper Doodle!” smiled Vashti. “Here’s your third pancake. You get to put as many blueberries on your
pancake as you want. But remember, you are what you eat, so don’t
eat too many blueberries, or you might turn into a blueberry.” Vashti took seven handfuls of plump juicy
blueberries and put them on her pancake. She continued grouping and counting her blueberries
by fives. “Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five,
thirty, thirty-five.” “Thirty-five blueberries doesn’t look
like enough blueberries,” thought Vashti. So she put seven more handfuls on her pancake. She continued to group and count the blueberries
by fives: “Let’s see I had thirty-five blueberries now I have forty, forty-five,
fifty, fifty-five, sixty, sixty-five, seventy.” “Seventy blueberries still doesn’t look
like enough blueberries,” thought Vasti. So she put seven more handfuls of blueberries
on her pancake. She continued to group and count the blueberries
by fives: “Let’s see I had seventy blueberries and
now I have seventy-five, eighty, eighty-five, ninety, ninety-five, one hundred, ONE HUNDRED
FIVE.” “One hundred five blueberries looks just
right,” thought Vashti. And she ate her third pancake with one hundred-five
blueberries in 105 seconds flat. Just then Vashti began to feel a gurgle in
her toes and hear a ringing in her ears. She looked at her hands and they were plump
and blue. “Oh no,” groaned Vashti. “I think I ate too many blueberries.” “Vashti?” whispered Vashti’s dad. “Did you eat
more than 15 blueberries?” “Yes,” whispered Vashti. “Vashti?” groaned Vashti’s dad. “Did you eat
more than 60 blueberries?” “Yes,” groaned Vashti. “Vashti!” panicked Vashti’s dad. “Did you eat
more than 105 blueberries?” “Yepper Doddle!” confessed Vashti. “Vashti, how many blueberries did you eat?” “Well first I ate 15 blueberries then 60
then 105 and 15 + 60 + 105=180. Soooooo, I ate 180 blueberries.” “Yikes! Vashti, that’s too many blueberries. What are we going to do? Call the police! Call the fire department! Call the FBI!” Vashti wanted to cry but right in front of
her was a plain pancake dripping in butter and maple syrup. It looked so good she just had to have a bite. She ate her fourth pancake in ten seconds
flat. Then she felt a gurgle in her ears and a ringing
in her toes. Vashti looked at her fingers as the purple
color began to disappear. “Vashti!” said Vashti’s dad. “Hurry, eat another plain pancake.” So Vashti ate her fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth,
ninth, and tenth plain pancake in sixty seconds flat. “Vashti!” said Vashti’s dad. “All of those plain pancakes have turned
you back into your plain self. I must have been right. You are what you eat.” The next Sunday morning Vashti didn’t wake
up wishing for blueberry pancakes. Instead, she wished for blueberry waffles
with whipped cream.

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